After not having seen one another for years and years, Donna and I reconnected in a chat room for the traumatized Adult Children of Sears Catalog Shoppers. The pointy-headed ponchos above were the least egregious of the Fashion Crimes committed by our mothers in the name of saving a few ¢: The worst were the Sears jeans, half-polyester "denim" horrors that never faded, and had giant ugly knee patches to prevent tearing besides. Shudder. No one can ever fully recover from that, no matter how many support groups one joins in later life.
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You know, it's been so long since i've seen the 'cents symbol' I almost forgot what it was.
I feel ya doll only in our house, if anything could be worse than goods from the Sears catalog, we would go INTO the Sears for the full shopping experience.
Absolutely hideous.
OH yes - my grandmother WORKED at Sears, so we slept in Perma-Prest, were clad in Toughskins, and cooked in Kenmore. I attribute my "450 thread count and up" snottiness to this.
My first pair of platform shoes came from Sears: denim with a strawberry applique. I begged for them like Dawn begged for Cha-Cha heels.
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